[It's an actual, honest to god coffeebot. Mike's so weird, but Gen's not about to complain about it now. She picks up her donut and brushes off the side that touched the floor, then takes a bite while she works out her order - something with espresso and a lot of cream, plus some chocolate for an added boost.
Once she's got a decent-sized paper cup of piping hot mocha in her other hand, she wanders into the kitchen to observe Mike's work. Everything about her is a bit softer when she's this tired, from her posture and expression to her voice and choice of words:]
... why are you making donuts in the middle of the night?
[He's livelier than usual too, isn't he? Not quite cheerful, but closer than she's seen. It's - endearing.]
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Once she's got a decent-sized paper cup of piping hot mocha in her other hand, she wanders into the kitchen to observe Mike's work. Everything about her is a bit softer when she's this tired, from her posture and expression to her voice and choice of words:]
... why are you making donuts in the middle of the night?
[He's livelier than usual too, isn't he? Not quite cheerful, but closer than she's seen. It's - endearing.]